Suddenly, to me, the Faery Queene
appeared and in her wake followed
love and virtue
while the world sparkled
nay, dazzled
as she approached,
her serene face blessing
every subject with grace
lifting all
with the presence
her being speaks.
She draws near.
Hand to breast
I make reverence to her.
As I rise, the loss of her,
the swallowing up of the world
as her view departs from us
removes all light, all air.